Apr 18
I know that you, dear readers, have your own problems – more than most people if you ask me – and you don’t care about hearing about mine. But I did something really stupid, fucked my template and lost my whole sidebar. A few hours later it has been restored and hopefully improved. Now I must play video games and sob in the bathroom for twenty minutes.
Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (sci-fi), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap.
